“That must have been so frightening,” said Beatrice in a low voice.
“I just feel so much guilt about everything,” said Ralph. “Maybe Gail wouldn’t be dead if she hadn’t left home to stay with her mom.”
Meadow said, “Was Gail’s a natural death, Ralph?”
“No way,” he said gruffly. “There was a pillow lying over her face. And it’s not like she’d put it there. No, someone decided to get rid of her.”
Meadow’s face was stricken. Beatrice was just about at the point of telling her she should sit down when she took a seat in the car.
“Of course I’m a suspect,” said Ralph. He looked slightly sick, whether with grief or worry. “The spouse is always the primary suspect. And I found her. Ramsay asked me to wait so he could speak with me some more in a few minutes. But I would never lay a finger on
